Quisty: “I’m going solo—
it’s my time—
a gig in fashion week in Milan”
Jun-Jun: “We are an item!”
Q: “Were.”
JJ: “We’re influencers on vacay,
Santa Maria Novella sprang for first class.
Our first time that we’ve been away.
We were crooning a capella.
Hey, they only market you for your sass.”
Q: “Ass.
I’m hot.
You’re not.”
JJ: ”We’ll thrash this out tomorrow.”
Q: ”Today.”
JJ: “No way!”
Q: “ Their Tobacco Tuscano
Eau-de-Cologne
should disguise your sorrow”
JJ: “Outshone.
That’s what you’ll be.
Surprise!
I’ve outgrown the cutesy.”
Q: “ But not your schmaltzy tunes,
so out of date.
To tell the truth,
you’re kind of a freak.”
JJ: “You just try to be ritzy
right out of the gate.
I’m just a stale youth
My voice is a shriek
My moves are uncouth
My dance past its peak.”
Q: “Self-pity’s funny
Green hair a shtick
Cry for more money
You’ll need a fat chick.” 
